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Full Summary: After his revival at the hands of double-crosser Albert Wesker, Micheal has no memory of what happened in Raccoon City, nor who the blonde angel in his dreams really is. He carries the scars of a past he can no longer recollect, but unconsciously trusts Wesker with his life as second in command to Albert Wesker within the ranks of HCF. Soon his dreams reveal themselves to be memories. Six months have passed and Sara Hewitt is now a functional part of the Umbrella Rebellion, moving around avoiding the watchful eye of Umbrella, but every night the same dreams haunt her. Her dreams begin to evolve, take on new, more shocking twists, which give her the hope that the boy she once lost is still out there, looking for her. All goes well until one of her missions in Paris with the others go awry, and she, along with one new ally from Raccoon, a woman named Claire Redfield, are captured and sent to a remote island. Based on CVX and the movie version of RE.

Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Resident Evil, you'd know.

"..." means speech.

'...' means thoughts.

(Chapter 10)

Micheal and the two women had long since gotten over his loss of control and had continued on their journey, the boy feeling even closer to Sara than before. He knew in his heart now that she could have been something special in his heart if he were a normal boy. Unfortunately, he was a double agent, a mutant, and a killer. Nobody could truly love that. Right then and there, as he let her lean onto his shoulder as she walked, he had the strongest urge to just rip his mask from his face and kiss her, for memory's sake. His cheeks grew warm at the thought, but he quickly chased away the thought. He had a mission to do, and he couldn't get involved with anyone, especially her. It would put her in danger.

Beside him, the blonde was getting flustered inwardly. This man was reviving all the feelings she had felt for Micheal, and she had only been around him for a few hours. This wasn't normal. Also, every time she looked at the mask the male was wearing, she wanted to just tear it off and kiss whatever the hell was under it, be it a mouth full of razor sharp teeth, a mouth with fangs, or a mouth with the straightest, most perfect teeth she will ever see. It didn't matter to her anymore. She felt strong, and she felt loved, and she never wanted to let that feeling go.

"Uh...so..." Micheal stammered. Suddenly Sara had an idea.

"May I hear your real voice? I've been wondering for a long time whether or not it sounds like a real person's voice..." Sara asked. The "real person" part of the sentence hit Micheal hard, making Micheal all the more sure that things could have been different if he were normal. He debated the question.

'She just wants to hear it...it's not going to be like they can recognize you from your voice...just do it...' He decided quietly. He looked at Sara and nodded.

"On one condition...you both have to close your eyes. I have to keep my real identity a secret or my superiors will kill me, or even worse, you." He turned his back to the two women and looked at the ground. "So you have to promise me that you won't peek. You have to promise to keep your eyes closed until I tell you it's okay to open them, and to not say a word, understand?" He asked.

"We promise..." Both Claire and Sara said simultaneously.

"Okay, then close your eyes..." He told them. Both Claire and Sara clenched their eyelids shut tight as Micheal deactivated the mask's voice distortion device. Finally, he removed the mask altogether. He walked toward the blonde, worrying his lower lip in anxiety. He leaned forward, his mouth close enough to her ear for him to whisper a message only to her. "I'm sorry I nearly killed you...I don't know what had gotten over me...I hope you'll forgive me..." He whispered sincerely.

Sara shivered at the feel of Micheal's warm, soft breath on her cold ear, and resisted the urge to just open her eyes, throw him to the ground and just kiss him for all she was worth. Her resolve nearly broke when he felt his strong hands softly grip her shoulders, and a pair of soft yet manly lips came in contact with her left cheek. His voice was deep and a little strained, but still retained a certain boyish youth. Exactly like Micheal's, and that was most of what almost made the blonde's resolve break. She kept still and silent when she felt his hands let her go, and she heard him talking to Claire in that same deep, raspy, aged, boyish and youthful voice of his.

"I hope you'll be able to trust me a lot more now. I promise, your life is as good as saved with my experience." He told Claire in a more playful voice, as if signifying only friendship. Sara heard Claire laugh, then there was a beeping noise, and suddenly Clock's distorted voice entered their ears. "You can open your eyes now..." He told them. Sara opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed and her heart beating like a drum. In her mind, she could feel herself debating whether or not she was falling in love with this man. The only man she thought she was really falling in love with since Micheal's death. Was she even ready to let go of Micheal's memory? Was she able to give up on the one man who was always there for her?

"All right! Let's go, shall we?" Micheal asked. Claire and Sara nodded, smiling. They walked along, feeling a little more trusted. Suddenly they heard the sound of glass crashing and a loud roar. Micheal reacted quickly, telling Sara and Claire to stay. He rushed into the next room and saw another of the long-armed monsters attacking a familiar looking redhead. He dashed at the monster, slamming his fist into the beast's chest to knock it down. It hit the wall, cracking it just a little. Micheal stood and turned to Silver, his eyes having a hint of red in them. Silver looked at the black haired male in surprise and relief.

"Good to see you again! Can you help me out with this thing?" Silver asked. Micheal nodded, but didn't pay attention to the monster until a fist slammed into his face, sending him careening into the wall and smashing through it, sliding to a halt in front of Sara and Claire. Thoroughly unconscious, Sara stared down at the raven haired man in fear. Claire grabbed one of Micheal's guns and ran into the other room, ready to fight. Sara was about to follow, when a crackling noise tweaked her senses into looking at the black haired boy. His mask was broken, dented inwards, nearly falling off. Sara knelt beside the boy and began to think.

'I should take off the mask...it might shock him...it's for the best...' Sara reasoned before carefully slapping away the small device. At the sight of Clock's real face, she screamed in terror before blacking out...

(End Chapter 10)

Uh oh...cliffhanger! What will happen to our two heroes? You'll find out soon!